Tonight, we drink
A wonderful poem. Feel of a soldier’s night.
Tonight, the light dims
as the shots pour
like rainwater dripping
from a broken roof
Tonight, we drown
in burning tequila
–salt on the lips,
like a filthy kiss
Tonight, the spirits spill
from our mouth
like euphoria fading
when midnight comes
Tonight, we drink
and waste away
so tomorrow,
we live again
I’ve been feeling like drinking myself silly ever since the failed impeachment. Sadly, alcohol is expensive, and I’m pinching my pennies. Maybe someday.
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I liked the poem too. a talented writer. Remind me of my Soldier’s prayer. Dear alcohol make the night easier and kinder.
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